Here's the English translation of your text:Hot. Stifling.Arkanza woke up, gasping for air. The moment his eyes opened, they stung, and the acrid smell of smoke filled his lungs. He coughed violently, trying to grasp what was happening.As his awareness returned, he realized something far worse—the door to his room was locked from the outside.Quickly, he got out of bed and tried to open the door. But it was useless. The handle wouldn't turn. The terrifying situation became even more dire as he heard the crackling sound of burning wood outside.The house was on fire.His blood ran cold. He stepped back, scanning the room as thick black smoke began to fill the air. His breathing grew heavier, cold sweat dripping down his temple."Who did this? Why is the door locked?"He kicked the door with all his might, but it wouldn't budge. Panic crept into his body, but Arkanza forced himself to think clearly. If he didn't get out soon, he would burn to death in there.Outside, Albert stood amo

The hospital atmosphere felt silent, with only the hurried footsteps and the hum of medical machines filling every corner of the room. That day, Barak felt as if the world he knew had changed, spinning out of control. Though his body was still weak and slightly disoriented, he knew there was one thing he had to do—visit the hospital, the place that now stood as a silent witness to the battle between life and death he had just faced. Barak woke up in a hospital bed, his eyes heavy, and his head still slightly dizzy. However, his thoughts immediately drifted to the one thing that troubled him. As he opened his eyes, he saw the pristine white ceiling and smelled the sharp scent of antiseptic. He vividly remembered the incident that had brought him here—a crash that had changed his life in an instant. The most striking thing was someone he cared about. The incident had not only altered his life but had also left a mark on his heart. Someone he cherished was now fighting for their life

The sky above him appeared blurred, swirling like a watercolor painting dissolving in time. Arkanza stood in the middle of a vast, empty land. This place was strange—there were no boundaries, no other sounds except for a faint heartbeat coming from somewhere unknown.He didn’t remember how he got here. All he knew was that his body felt light, as if he was no longer part of the real world."So, we finally meet again," a voice sounded from behind him.Arkanza turned around and saw a familiar figure. Lev Bodgan stood there, a faint smile on his lips, hands tucked into his pockets. His dark eyes gazed at Arkanza with deep meaning."Lev…" Arkanza's voice was hoarse, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.Lev shrugged. "I’ve been waiting for you."Arkanza frowned. "Waiting for me? For what?"Lev didn’t answer right away. He simply looked at Arkanza for a moment before walking slowly, gesturing for him to follow.Arkanza stepped behind him, trying to make sense of the strange feeling wei

Adam sat in his office, his face tense. Several computer screens in front of him displayed erratic graphs, constantly shifting numbers, and flashing red warnings. His company's security system was under attack by an unknown force. Every effort his IT team had made to fend off the assault seemed futile.“We've tried everything, sir,” his head of IT said desperately. “But this isn’t an ordinary attack. This is a highly complex and organized system. If we don’t find a solution soon, the company’s critical data could be leaked, and worse, our financial system could be completely paralyzed.”Adam let out a heavy sigh. One name flashed in his mind—Lev Bogdan.Lev Bogdan was a mysterious figure who controlled an underground network with loyal followers spread across various sectors. They were the ones who had the power to counter this high-level cyberattack. But approaching them was no easy task. And if he sought their help, there would undoubtedly be a price to pay.Adam stared intently at

Arkanza stepped out of the building in a hurry, his black suit billowing slightly in the night breeze. His expression was unreadable, but his movements were filled with urgency. Milan and Albert, his two most trusted men, were already waiting near the car. “Young Master, where are you going?” Milan asked, his brows furrowed in suspicion. Arkanza sighed. “I just need to go out for a bit.” That answer only made Milan and Albert more eager to follow him. “We’re coming with you,” Albert said firmly. Arkanza glanced at them briefly, wanting to refuse, but he knew there was no use arguing with these two. They were stubborn. “Fine,” he finally relented. Milan and Albert exchanged glances, satisfied that their plan had worked. Vikram, already seated behind the wheel, sighed tiredly at the antics of the two bodyguards. The moment they got in, they immediately fought over who would sit next to Arkanza. “Out,” Arkanza said flatly before stepping out of the car. Milan and Albe